God by John Ludi from Madison United States

from the al (and artist) "the quiet earth orchestra".

god

i'm here all around you,
my essence surrounds you.
but temporal trappings confound you,
and nothing i impart can ground you.

you toil in vain to define me,
wondrous words to confine me.
your prayers and totems can't bind me. with tools like these you'll not find me.

the world is an illusion where you dwell amidst confusion,
that dulls all resolution, turns conviction into dissolution.

the spaces between moments beseech you. the singularity entreats you.
the universe has so much to teach you…but it may never reach you.